01/04/2026
Manteno Man’s New Year’s Resolution to Buy Only American-Made Comes With Its Ups and Downs
Manteno, IL – Chet Arnold has never been a man of half measures. Anything he does, he commits to 110 percent—he’s also not great at math. He has high standards, zero tolerance for excuses, and, above all else, considers himself a patriot.
That patriotism finally boiled over on New Year’s Eve.
Chet says he’s had it with buying goods made overseas. He always searches for the “Made in America” label, but more often than not ends up settling for products from China or other countries he collectively refers to as “the dark side of the globe,” largely because he’s never had a good enough reason to spin one around.
“I vowed at the bar on New Year’s Eve I wasn’t buying any crap made in a different country,” Chet told The Chronicle at his modest cabin just outside Manteno Township. “You try to support this country, but you’re forced to buy everything from China, India, and ‘Indonesia’—which sounds like the India scammers just made up a new country. I’m done. I’m supporting American manufacturing 110 percent. Hell—115 percent.”
Reaching Chet after his resolution proved difficult. He no longer owns a cellphone, noting that none are made in the United States. However, he has placed a down deposit on the Trump Mobile phone and says he’s confident it will be released “any day now.”
We eventually caught up with him walking along Route 50. His truck, he explained, had broken down. Every available replacement part was made either in Mexico or Canada.
“NAFTA has been a disaster for the American automobile industry,” Chet said. “I’m done being forced to buy a part for my Ford that’s assembled in Mexico. If Ford won’t make the ENTIRE vehicle in the continental 48 states—don’t get me started on Alaska and Hawaii—then they’ve lost a loyal customer.”
He grew increasingly animated during the ride back to his property.
Two miles north of Manteno, tucked off Route 50, sits what Chet calls his “little piece of paradise.” In an unexpectedly sprightly January landscape, he showed off what he’s managed to accomplish while purchasing exclusively American-made.
“I rely on neighbors and people in the community to help me build what I need,” he said. “I’ve got well water, a septic tank from a now-defunct company out of Louisiana, and I’m practicing regenerative sustainable forestry so I can keep expanding the cabin.”
Chet doesn’t own a TV. He doesn’t have a computer. What he does have is a newfound, borderline romantic relationship with the Manteno Public Library.
“You ever hear of this Jack Ryan guy?” he asked. “You think all that really happened?”
By consuming less in the name of patriotism, Chet says he’s gained something unexpected: clarity.
“We spend money on a lot of useless crap,” he said. “Sure, it’d be nice to have a phone again, or a truck with all-American parts, but my mind’s less cluttered, my attention spans better, and I’m in the best shape of my life.”
He paused.
“Well, not counting the summer I worked with the Gilbert and Sullivan theater in the Ozarks.”
Chet glanced toward a lone kimono hanging nearby—left over from his time playing Nanki-Poo in The Mikado—the single foreign-made possession he’s chosen to keep.
“This year’ll have its challenges,” he said, cracking open a beer, “but the most important thing is still made in America. Busch Light. The beer, the cans, the paper—American.”
He took a long gulp.
“You ever chop wood eight beers deep?” Chet asked. “It’s fun as f**k.”
He nodded to himself.
“I think I’ll have no problem at all.”